Lyrics Cold One - Eric North, Quinn

Cold One

Lil trouble, some bitch, she lying all on the dick
Lil nigga step back before you swallow a clip
Say you hotter than so and so, and you colder than a fridge
Crack a cold one with the boys, riding dirty in a Benz
I feel sorry for every nigga who thinking I done soft up
Lying through your teeth
All your niggas can come get flossed up
All of y’all is puss, like gang signs, get tossed up
Rockets in the building, all you do is carry launchers
Everybody fucking buddy buddy, it’s annoying
I can’t wait to go on tour and find these niggas and annoy 'em
And I dare they say shit to my face, I’ll destroy em
Leave a nigga face bloody on Best Gore and enjoy it
I been mobbin with the Clvn, SaudiBANDS, get a clue bitch
Like to rub my dick on you pussies just like a glue stick
Got the best deals in the building, I’m Joe Urban
Say I’m hotter than the spot of a nigga wearing a turban
Kick a nigga spine, how it snap, like a book
You puss, no boots, no sword, just mush
Your bitch like dick, she suck like push
She eat that all of that cum, even what’s on my bush
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I will leave you floating
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions
You cannot blockade my thoughts, I will leave you floating